Un chanson pour moi, un chanson pour toi

Happy Monday, friends.

Posting gets so challenging on weekends with so much to do; even if I'm not really doing anything super exciting and blog-worthy it's still time away from the computer (and out in the sunshine! Yay summer!) and that's excuse enough for me.
Nothing says "Summer Saturday" like double rye & coke's on the patio at Cousin's Diner.
Roommate Supreme came back into town for the first time since we moved in together and filled up the apartment with his ridiculousness and personality and it felt suddenly way more like home. He's gone back up North to work for a bit and I'll miss him while he's away.
We were solicited once but twice by The Toonie Lady! Her name explains it all, and unfortunately I didn't have a toonie to give her. Maybe next time.
Saturday also marked Free Stuff Day which is also exactly what it sounds like -people leave stuff on their lawns for people to come and take. I'd never participated in it until today (Gord took us on a walk) and Ty found a boombox that found a new home at Morley's place.

It's such an odd phenomena, to my knowledge it's just spread around by word-of-mouth (some radio stations mention it) and I don't know if it happens anywhere else?
A meal well-deserved.

Now if you'll excuse me I have magazines to read, tea to drink, french songs to listen to and my trip to Montreal that is two weeks away today. I can't wait!

Much love xo